RP: vs. the Unagi Who: Robb McLellan and Jon Snow When: 29 March 2013 Where:Sushi Murasaki, Santa Ana, Ca. Status: Complete Word Count: 6,399
They liked to take turns.
As reliable as taxes, every Friday night was date night and each week Robb or Jon would hammer out the details for their next interlude, on set between takes or through wittily penned texts pinging back and forth. A suggestion from one, input from the other, a plan formed without messy fuss or wishy-washy commitment because they were blokes and there were no hard feelings when on rare occasion one piped up to say no thanks, I’d rather not.
This week, it was Jon’s turn to make a suggestion.
So far, in their short time together Robb and Jon had managed to cover quite a bit on the dating front. Coffee every morning, tea most days when their afternoon meal breaks aligned at work and more often than not a bevvie after shooting concluded. They’d gone for fancy cocktails, an open mic night and there had been the St. Patty’s Day bender followed by last week’s heady fiasco with Arya. After that (not to mention all the chaos at the studio and having not seen Robb in two days) Jon wanted - needed - this week’s outing to be far less invasive. Another nerve wracking weekend and all those luscious dark curls that Robb was so fond of tangling his fingers in and yanking would start to fall out by the root.
Tonight was their first outing as a proper couple themed by the mantra carefree and uneventful. Jon had chosen Sushi Murasaki upon the recommendation of nosy makeup girls when they’d caught him Googling restaurants on his mobile that Tuesday morning. Despite their squawking, he’d told them no more than he wished for a nice sushi bar with a casual atmosphere.
"For a date?" one asked and Jon’s silence on the matter spoke volumes.
With production stalled yet again while the studio scrambled for a lead actress replacement, Robb and Jon were graced with the luxury of avoiding dinner crowds by eating early. The freedom allowed them their pick of the tables and Jon suggested they sit at the double wide bar, bamboo hardwood polished to a high glossy finish in which orbs of canned lighting spotted its surface. There they could hunker down shoulder to shoulder and watch the skilled chefs form rice, fish and vegetable into miniature auto-destructive works while sipping sake and chatting lightly.
Boyfriends now, not just loosely attached co-workers, and Jon didn’t mind playfully nudging elbows with Robb in a way that joggled his menu and whispered without words I am quite enjoying simply being here with you.